Page 17 of After the Chase

I step closer to him, watching his pupils dilate as I invade his space. "I don’t appreciate you testing me, Chase."

“I know, I just wanted to see how you would react to another person in our space, just like any other person would have a friend visit.”

“And did it go well?”

“No.”

“Did you want me to kill her, Chase?”

“What? No!”

His eyes are wide in horror, and I’m not sure why. It would be nice to include him in my hobbies. He always wants to do couple things. But, one step at a time.

“I think it’s time for you to remember who is in control here, baby,” I say, as I grab his jaw, angling his head to look up at me. He is so gone for me, that I feel nothing but pride, a sense of achievement in completing my goals.

"Go shower, and come to the bedroom naked.”

He obeys immediately, disappearing into the bathroom. I hear the water start, and I move to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. My heart rate is steady, my breathing controlled.The only reaction I am experiencing is the urge to mark him like a feral animal.

The shower shuts off, and a few minutes later Chase emerges from the bathroom, damp and naked, his skin flushed from the heat. Water droplets cling to his shoulders, his chest, and the defined lines of his abdomen.

Gorgeous.

"Come here," I say as he timidly walks over to me, not knowing what to do with his hands. I find it interesting how people recoil with shyness or shame when naked like this, like I haven’t seen him naked thousands of times already. Maybe it’s the imbalance because I’m dressed and seated, whereas he is standing and bare. I reach out, running my hands down his sides, over his hips, mapping his body to my memory. His cock is already half-hard, responding to my touch, to the anticipation of what's coming.

"What did you learn from that nosy Jessica’s visit?"

"That you will never share our space, your mind can’t allow for anyone else to have a spot in my life."

"Good." I wrap my hand around his cock, and he gasps at the contact. I stroke slowly, deliberately, watching his face with that intense focus to make him feel like the only thing in my universe.

"This is mine, your body, your mind, your blood. All of you I own, baby."

“Yes.”

I release him abruptly as he complains at the loss of my touch and stand, moving over to the dresser. When I return, I'm holding a long white taper candle that I found in the house when we arrived, which is at least ten inches, along with a lighter.

"You wanted to see what I'd do," I say, my eyes focused on his. "You wanted to test me, so now you're going to learn what happens when you give someone else access to what belongs to me."

I light the candle, and the flame catches immediately, bright and hungry. Chase's heart is pounding so much that I can see his pulse jumping in his throat. Fear and arousal war in his expression.

"On the bed," I demand. "On your back with your legs spread over the edge."

He gets onto the bed, his body trembles as he positions himself. He is panting now, his chest rising and falling in quick motions.

"You're afraid," I observe.

"Yes."

"Good. You should be." I move closer, standing between his legs. "But you're also hard. You want this so much, don’t you?"

"I don't know…”

"You do." My free hand wraps around his cock, stroking it once. "Your body knows exactly what it wants. It wants me to push you and claim you in ways that leave marks only we can see."

I tilt the candle slightly, and a single drop of wax falls onto his inner thigh. He gasps at the sharp burn, his hips jerking involuntarily.

"Stay still," I say. "Or this gets much worse."